Jimmy “The Falcon” Falconi is mystified that Mary has absolutely no idea who he is. Mystified and refreshed. He is, after all, not your everyday NFL quarterback. He shops at Costco, has a soft spot for Pinterest, and is in the midst of an epic losing streak.
Jimmy falls for Mary fast and hard, the way he does everything—balls out and like it’s fourth and long. And he realizes he’s finally met his match. That stamina he’s so proud of? Doesn’t stand a chance against her Kegels.
But what they don’t know is she’s also his new physical therapist, recently hired by the Bears to work on his rotator cuff…and groin injury. If she can’t help him, he’ll be traded faster than they can say “offensive penetration.”
In spite of the thousands of internet memes featuring Jimmy’s face with captions like: “HEY GIRL, WANT TO TOUCH MY BALLS?” Mary finds herself falling for him and his unrelenting desire to make her his.
Until a toddler shows up at Jimmy’s door.
And throws their lives into total chaos.
To the reader: Contents includes love, sweetness, naughtiness, honey, champagne, and an HEA. Safe.
Panty Scorching 4.5
Overall Rating 4.5
Reviewed by Ladyballs
I want to start by saying that I loved this book…it was well written, had a believable plot, had comedy, 2 strong main characters, and some of the hottest sex scenes ever!!!
Jimmy Falconi….wow…he is just pure male. Hot, alpha and an athlete and to top it off is a big teddy bear with a huge heart of gold. What more can a girl ask for? He is a quarterback for the Bears and seems to be in a slump. He is single and seems to have pretty sound reasons why. He also has a side story but Ill let you read about that as well.
Mary….a physical therapist of sorts is one tough cookie and the way these two meet is total comedy and I laughed out loud on more then one occasion. What happens after that is pure chaos. Chaos in the best possible way though. Not so much the plot but the relationship between the two of them. Its like a roller coaster that takes your breath away.
There was substance, there was a tiny bit of angst, there was love and comedy and some great one liners and the sex scenes…well they were super freaking hot!! I literally got to the last page and was like noooooo!!! I wanted to keep reading about them!!! I will say that this book had 2 drawbacks for me…1. her past relationship is talked about and hinted to but nothing really develops and that left me a tiny bit frustrated. It had a direct impact on her relationship with Jimmy and I would have liked a little more to the back story. 2. The ending. For me the whole book was this build up to their relationship and the growth they both do as individuals and as a couple and I felt it was kinda abrupt. Now don’t get me wrong, it was still great but it just seemed rushed. But all in all this was a great read and I look forward to any future books on any of the characters that were in this one.
The cabbie pulls off to the other side of the road a little way up from us and puts on his hazards to tell us he’s waiting. As we head for the crosswalk, I kick aside a drift from one of the plows, but it’s unsteady footing, icy and slick. As she begins to slip, her grip on my hand tightens.
“That’s enough of that,” I tell her, and scoop her up into my arms, newlywed-style.
She squeals and hangs on tight. She fits fucking perfectly in my arms, and I love the way she feels tight against me. Her fingers slip past my collar, and her fingernails dig gently into the back of my neck. “I can walk,” she says, mostly to my mouth. Then she raises her eyes. “It was just slippery.”
I don’t answer right away. I don’t want to come on too strong. I don’t want to scare her, but I don’t want there to be any fucking mistake at all about what I want or how I plan to get it. “I know you can. I’m sure you can do pretty much everything.”
Her eyes glisten, and I hoist her up a little higher in my arms. The walk signal starts flashing its hand as we get to the other curb. “I’m no shrinking violet.”
“Good. Because I’m going to need you to come strong for me tonight.”
Her body reacts before her face does, her back arching under my hand, that bend so delicate under my palm.
“Multiple times. Loudly.”
She presses her face to my chest and moans out what sounds like, “Who are you?”
“And you’re going to tell me what you like and how you like it. We’re not going to fuck around. Communication, pussycat. That’s the key.”
There go her words again. I’m getting to know that glaze in her eye, disoriented with desire. “And what about you?”
Now we’re even with the cab, but I’ve still got some things she needs to know. “I don’t come until you do. At least twice.”
She’s got no answer for that, so I bring her chin up toward me, stretching her pretty neck out with my thumb on her jaw. “You hear me?”
She nods. She breathes. She blinks.
“That’s how it’s going to go.”
“I think I can handle that.”
I laugh, sending a plume of steam out of my nose. This girl has no idea how badly I want her. How badly I need her. How fucking hard I am already to get inside her. “Yeah? You think so? You think you can handle me?”
Her eyes widen a little. “I think so,” she whispers.
Then I let her slip from my arms, such a fucking shame, but I’m not about to let her open her own door. As she gets into the cab—on the street side, the safe side—I say into her ear, “We’ll just see about that.”